I loved Japan. I used to read a lot about it when I was a child. And I always wanted to go. And it was delightful. I absolutely loved it. What a smashing place.

Oh aye...my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'

I hate those earnest TV documentaries that are the world according to people with glasses who know better than you.

Don't vote, it only encourages them.

It's my mind, and I reserve the right to change it as often as I like.

I'd always been scared of people with tertiary education and high intellects in case they found me wanting. I thought they viewed me as just a welder who knew a few jokes.

The zombie sex, I have no idea. It must be like tantric sex.